[ open ] kaveh's permanent catch-all

[fussiest]

WHO: kaveh (fussiest) & y'all!
WHAT: this is a perpetual catch-all for kaveh because i'm too lazy to make a new one every month. this is for closed starters, tag-ins, visits to kaveh's workshop and the like! be wild! be bold! be free!
WHERE: all around the city, and especially at kaveh's workshop, the pairidaeza architectural design studio in district 1
WHEN: everywhere! everywhen! all at once!
WARNINGS: bickering, probably - everything else will be warned for on a thread-by-thread basis

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[unrequite]

You're farther along than I am, love. You're in a place I haven't reached yet. Incomparable.

[ A kiss against his ear. Midnight's arm braces; his other hand comes up, smooths over Kaveh's hair, his headfeathers. ]

At any rate... I'd imagine your hands don't hurt much, scarred and beaten as they are. Why would new wounds haunt me in places where old ones have already dulled the pain?

[ This isn't a brave face. It's the truth as Midnight sees it, or at least how he interprets the disconnect between his heart and his body. He's grown thick skin. Tough, untouchable, unassailable. He's learned that pain is temporary, that change is the only constant, that glory awaits those who work through both. It's not that it doesn't hurt. The hurt must be there somewhere. He simply can't feel it. For him, it was necessary. To hand that pain off to others... No. It belongs to him.

He kisses Kaveh again. He can feel him grow limp, muscles seizing, limbs dangling like so much butcher's meatbeast hanging in a window. It's senseless. It's time to take them both away from here. ]

There's only one bit left for me. Just a bit more, love, I promise.

[ He kisses down to Kaveh's neck. This, of all things, at least makes sense. ]

[fussiest]

[ yet, midnight says, and kaveh knows the gravity of that word. all rivers flow to the sea, and the sea on terra is one where unimaginable terrors live. it's a metaphor that struggles to get away from him, and kaveh is inclined to let it because midnight is warm - and kaveh is warmer, and the pain is exhausting. of course it is. midnight kisses him, and kaveh closes his eyes. he takes the time to breathe.

'why would new wounds haunt me in places where old ones have already dulled the pain'? ]

You're an old silly. [ kaveh informs midnight with a little laugh, ] New wounds hardly take over old ones - but they have different ways of hurting. That's all.

[ just one bit left. it ought to be comforting. slowly, kaveh shakes his head. his headfeathers flicker, much in the way of ruffled wings. he can still feel the long trail of a tail feather gently brushing the concrete floor, dust to dust - fascinating, what these new appendages mean. fascinating, what it does to biology. ]

I take it back, you know. I'd like to stay here for a bit longer. Not in this form not as something you must carry. [ quietly, quiet as dust: ] You don't have Oripathy here.

[unrequite]

Mmm. I don't.

[ Midnight lays one last kiss on Kaveh's neck. He breathes one last time. No fever, no headache, no lingering pain in his bones. It's nice.

Nice things don't last.

He drops his hand to the back of Kaveh's neck, holds him there, opens his mouth, and lets his fangs sink into fevered skin. Hot blood fills his mouth. It's still Kaveh, the desert yearning and sweet wine of him, but filled with fired coals and anger. That's unstable Originium.

(He knows that taste well. It's a choice this time.)

He massages the back of Kaveh's neck, and Kaveh cannot fight back. The Sanguinarch waited so patiently for the bird to fall from the sky. All it took was time, care, the ability to look at something beautiful and allow its destruction. ]

cw: death!!!! aka midnight's kaveh kill count rises to 2

[fussiest]

[ kaveh would have seen this coming if it weren't for the fact that he was blind. no, kaveh thinks, distantly, the thought ought to have been 'should'. should is the word for it. but kaveh can no longer see. he remembers, in this story, how the architect had gotten oripathy. his father had been shipped back in a container, you see. and kaveh, he had wanted to see. needed to see.

midnight drinks. the sanguinarch drinks. it's the fury in kaveh that has his shaking hand drag itself to midnight's hair. it's the sudden, vaulting terror that has him pull. ]

Midnight. [ kaveh says, with the soft, quiet futility of a script already written, but he pulls. because the architect doesn't remember, but kaveh does - an alleyway, a mall, the fevered smile of a man who had been alone that day, and that single, solitary confession over midnight's dripping blood: it had been in his food. kaveh couldn't allow it, for his blood to be the one to taint midnight again. midnight doesn't have oripathy here.

kaveh says again, ] Midnight! Stop.

[ and it's a whistle of a word, the tailend of a cry. kaveh is crying, he realises. of course he is. as usual, when it comes to midnight, kaveh has come too late. ]

(league of legends announcer voice) DOUBLE KILL

[unrequite]

[ Midnight draws his fangs from Kaveh's skin. He does not wait. He bites down again. And then again. Expedience is key, here.

When he kisses Kaveh on the neck again, his mouth leaves bright red lip marks. Black smoke fills his eyes, his nose, his lungs. He breathes in deep. ]

Shh, shh. Wait for me, my love, my heart. I'll be along as soon as I can.

[ The Sanguinarch puts his head down, pulls easily away from Kaveh's desperate, out of character fingers, and drinks until that hand falls.

Once he's finished, he lazily tilts his head back, nuzzles against cooling skin. Mouth still smeared red, he walks forward, places his burden on the chair. Arranges his hands, closes his eyes. Wipes under blonde lashes with his fingers, drying tracks of salt and water.

One last kiss to the mouth. Sit here and wait for me, my darling. I'll be back.

The Sanguinarch turns, steps five paces, opens the door, and leaves the room. ]